Граф Монте-Крісто

The Departure.

           "MonteCristogentlysmiledandsaid—"Iwasthere;"atthesametimepointingtothecornerofastreet.Ashespoke,andintheverydirectionheindicated,agroan,expressiveofbittergrief,washeard,andawomanwasseenwavingherhandtoapassengeronboardthevesselabouttosail.MonteCristolookedatherwithanemotionthatmusthavebeenremarkedbyMorrelhadnothiseyesbeenfixedonthevessel.

           "Oh,heavens!"exclaimedMorrel,"Idonotdeceivemyself—thatyoungmanwhoiswavinghishat,thatyouthintheuniformofalieutenant,isAlbertdeMorcerf!"

           "Yes,"saidMonteCristo,"Irecognizedhim."

           "Howso?—youwerelookingtheotherway."theCountsmiled,ashewasinthehabitofdoingwhenhedidnotwanttomakeanyreply,andheagainturnedtowardstheveiledwoman,whosoondisappearedatthecornerofthestreet.Turningtohisfriend—"DearMaximilian,"saidthecount,"haveyounothingtodointhisland?"

           "Ihavetoweepoverthegraveofmyfather,"repliedMorrelinabrokenvoice.

           "Well,then,go—waitformethere,andIwillsoonjoinyou."

           "Youleaveme,then?"

           "Yes;Ialsohaveapiousvisittopay."

           Morrelallowedhishandtofallintothatwhichthecountextendedtohim;thenwithaninexpressiblysorrowfulinclinationoftheheadhequittedthecountandbenthisstepstotheeastofthecity.

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